Chapter 371 How Detective Hirokawa Betrayed Makoto Karasawa
Dongdu, Nakano District, a few streets away from Saint Mary's Cathedral.
Wearing a black bowler hat and a black windbreaker, Gypsophila dodged the police officers on duty at the East Police Department who were patrolling intensively outside the church, and slipped into the lobby on the first floor of the church.
He walked slowly along the corridor on the side of the hall, approaching the side door.
Through the crack in the door, he looked into the hall——
The hall was densely packed with thousands of people, wearing the same black uniforms, sitting cross-legged on complex-shaped magic circles.
At the very back of the hall, on a high podium, an onmyoji wearing a tall black hat and a white hunting coat stood upright behind the podium with his back to everyone.
Killing intent flashed through Mangyexing's eyes for a moment. The next moment, a transparent light pillar suddenly appeared on the roof above the podium, and then covered the Onmyoji like lightning.
The speed was so fast that the Onmyoji had no time to dodge and was thrown into the beam of light.
Within the light pillar, countless densely packed thin lines instantly appeared.
They penetrated the Onmyoji's body, cutting him into countless tiny pieces, and blood splashed in the beam of light.
There were frightened screams and panicked footsteps in the hall. People collided, crowded, and trampled...
"Who hinders the saint?"
Man Tianxing looked at the bloody scene with a stern look on his face, "Who was broken into pieces?"
He pressed his bowler hat and turned to leave.
"Hey, man,"
A slightly hoarse man's voice sounded from behind him, "Don't leave in a hurry."
Gypsophila turned around and looked at each other——
The man's hair was slicked back, and his deep-set eyes cast a sharp gaze like an eagle.
Wearing a gray woolen coat, he held a cigarette in his hand and smoked half of Bismondo.
"Writer Investigator,"
Man Tianxing's face was gloomy, "If I were you, I would disappear from this country after being lucky enough to survive."
The writer took out a color photo from his pocket.
In the photo, two young men in suits were sitting on the lawn, holding each other's shoulders and smiling brightly at the camera.
"Nobuyin Ikuta, my most loyal assistant,"
The writer held the photo in his hand and stared at it carefully, "The ancient village is solid, my diligent driver."
"The driver and assistant..."
Man Tianxing showed an incredulous look, "You want to avenge the driver and assistant? Are you willing to risk your life?"
"More than that,"
The writer took out another book with a black and white cover from his arms, "I also wrote a novel specifically for this purpose that topped the best-selling list of new books in Dongdu. I drove hundreds of miles to Lidu and met an eccentric person.
The Onmyoji made a bet that was almost impossible to win, and changed the publishing house and editor I have worked with for many years..."
Man Tianxing: "Wouldn't it be ridiculous if you gained nothing in the end and lost your own life?"
"You made a very accurate prediction of your destiny,"
The writer walked towards the side door of the hall and kicked it open——
The originally noisy church suddenly became quiet.
Gypsophila looked toward the hall. The hall that was originally crowded with more than a thousand people suddenly had only one lonely figure left. He seemed to have just woken up from a dream and looked around blankly.
An investigator assistant, holding a syringe, quickly walked up to him and inserted a needle into the back of his neck. The man collapsed instantly.
Several police officers lifted the man and left the hall.
Man Tianxing seemed to understand something and looked at the writer angrily.
"He is a 'contained object' of the East Police Department,"
The writer said: "Number 14, code name [Copier of Dreams]."
Man Tianxing: "A person with weird abilities?"
Writer: "Not really, at most it's some kind of supernatural power - when he is sleepwalking, he will keep copying himself. If someone speaks an accurate number in his ear, he will soon be able to copy that number.
Of course, if someone wakes him up from sleepwalking, the duplicate of him will disappear instantly."
Man Tianxing: "Sounds interesting. Have you never thought about letting his replica try and make mistakes in weird events?"
Writer: "It's a pity that both he and his replicas are afraid of the grotesque. His replicas will soon disappear when they smell the smell of grotesque rules - Qi
When I took this person in, I really couldn't think of any other use for him besides creating false prosperity at the movie box office. Until tonight..."
Man Tianxing sneered: "You will regret what happened tonight."
"What's the best revenge?"
The writer threw away the cigarette butt and crushed it with his feet,
"It's to destroy a person's dream and destroy the thing he wants to protect - Mr. Mangyexing, recognize the reality, your saint will be finished tonight."
As he spoke, he looked sternly and walked towards the sky full of stars with steady and powerful steps.
The stars in the sky laughed ferociously, and their expressions gradually became crazy.
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St. Mary's Cathedral, basement level, video surveillance room.
The Holy Son stared at the picture of a certain surveillance video - in the center of the picture was Gu Xing sitting cross-legged.
The conversation between herself and Kamo Maki was repeated in her mind.
When he learned that the person Gu Xing had let down was Karasawa Makoto, the Holy Son could no longer remain calm.
She requested a meeting with Maki Kamo as the liaison of the Weird Alliance.
After the two met, before Seiko could speak, Maki Kamo saw through her purpose: "Miss Seiko, I guess you came to me to know how Detective Hirokawa betrayed Miss Karasawa Makoto."
The Son was in awe: "Master, can you tell me?"
"Detective Guangchuan is shrouded in a layer of fog,"
Maki Kamo said: "My sight cannot penetrate it."
"Probably, this is fate."
After saying that, the Holy Son turned around and planned to leave.
"I can't do it,"
Maki Kamo's voice came from behind, "You may not be able to do it."
The Holy Son stopped and looked at Kamo Maki.
"My divination shows,"
Maki Kamo held a talisman between his fingertips, "There is a tacit and intimate connection between you and Detective Hirokawa. With this connection and this talisman, I think you can find the truth."
The Holy Son stared at the other person: "Why do you want to help me?"
"Probably out of curiosity,"
Kamo Maki said: "I also want to know what kind of story happened in the past between Detective Hirokawa and Miss Karasawa Makoto."
Holy Son: "I don't want this secret to be leaked to others."
Maki Kamo: "With the talisman in your hands, and the strange fog surrounding Detective Hirokawa, as long as you don't speak, I can't do anything."
Holy Son: "In this case, wouldn't you gain nothing?"
Kamo Maki: "I gained a friendship with Miss Seiko - I asked the liaison of the Weird Alliance to owe me a favor. The price is a talisman. This transaction is worth it."
Holy Son: "Maybe soon, I will quit this job."
"It doesn't matter,"
Kamo Maki flicked his wrist, and the talisman flew towards the Holy Son, "Then just consider me unlucky."
The Holy Son took the talisman and asked, "How to use it?"
"Wait until the ritual begins,"
Kamo Maki said: "You look at Miss Karasawa Makoto, and then light the talisman, it's that simple."